The Narcist Novels & Stories

"That's Liam's cup of tea. The most important thing is that I am free." The selfishness inherent in his words was breathtaking in its scope. He had reduced Liam's entire future to a minor inconvenience, something that was unfortunate but ultimately irrelevant compared to his own needs. The casual way he dismissed years of hard work, natural talent, and carefully laid plans as merely "Liam's cup of tea" revealed a level of narcissism that was almost sociopathic in its completeness.

He doesn't care about anyone else. “Face it father, you don't care about me or Nathan or Ethan. You only care about yourself and that's never going to change, you know why? Because a narcissist never changes.” And apparently, that was the final straw for dad because he got up, slammed his fist on the table then started yelling “You crossed the line!”

"Put the left one in. It acts as a receiver and a microphone. You’ll hear us, and we’ll hear everything you say. It’s undetectable unless he physically checks your ear canal." I took the earring and slid it into my piercing. It was light and elegant. "Testing," Dante said softly. His voice echoed clearly in my head, rather than my ear. It was jarring. "I hear you," I said. "Good." Nico approached me, towering over the sofa and blocking the projector's light. "The plan relies on one variable. Him believing you." "He wants to believe me," I replied, looking up at him. "He’s a narcissist, Nico. He thinks his bloodline is irresistible. He thinks I’m a confused girl looking for her daddy."

I didn’t comment on it and picked it up before going back to the bathroom. “Now you look more like a girl,” he said, nodding to himself when he saw me as if he took pride in the dress that he chose. Now I can see that he isn’t just controlling and ruthless. He’s also a narcissist. Someone who believes everything he does is right. “Dry your hair and wear those shoes,” he pointed to the box in the vanity table with a jerk of his head. “And don’t forget to wear the ring.” Before I could ask what ring he was talking about because he never gave me one, he went to the door and went out.

The butler hesitated before sitting before the white haired man. “What is your name?” The man behind the desk asked. “A-Abel.” The butler stuttered out, making the white haired man smile. "Well Abel, my name is Narcist, and I am the leader of the Legis Regiment." The white haired man said with a smug smile. Abel fidgeted in his seat. "Now, Abel, what can the Legis Regiment do for you." Narcist asked him. "My master needs a girl extracted from the North, Duke Noc's land to be exact. He needs her alive though if she's battered a bit it won't matter to him." Abel said in one breath.

“You can have your so-called house to yourself, I'll be out of here by nightfall.” “I can see that your pride wouldn't let you be,” Stacey said. “I don't care where you go, just make sure you get out of my life as well. I'm done with having a narcissistic friend.” The sudden outburst from Stacey had her flare up. “How dare you call me a narcissist?” “Because that is exactly what you are. Self centered, arrogant and lazy.” A sarcastic chuckle forced its way out of Cynthia's mouth, she clapped her in unison and placed both of them under her bosom.

She then slowly moved her head back inside the car and slowly turned her gaze to Niel. "Did your parents live with you?" She doubted it actually. Niel was more like a billionaire that capable to take care of his life by himself. Niel shook his head. "My parents don't care about me," he said casually. "Why?" Haylee was somewhat surprised. Niel looked intensely into her eyes and leaned his face closer to her. "Because I am richer than them," he whispered slowly to her. He was a complete narcissist. He laughed a little when he saw the look on Haylee's face. She's completely wasn't expecting that.

The therapist said. "Sick? What do you mean sick? Please, I want to know." I begged desperately. "Lisa is a Narcissist and she also has an Obsessive compulsive disorder."

m. She will begin taking off her clothes as soon as she reaches her house and reward herself with a steamy bath after a very strenuous day. She will wail endlessly in the bathtub on occasion. From the inside, I could clearly see everything about how lonely she was. That freak irritates me terribly. He is a narcissist who is manipulative and abusive. He has a very high opinion of himself. Similarly, he would make a huge deal out of trivial matters and make her cry. Then she will go to tremendous measures to persuade him to accept her apology. Then they will make love over and over again as if nothing happened.